Ead Duryan Quotes

That is the problem with stories, child. The truth in them cannot be weighed. ~ Samantha Shannon

Ead knew the scent of a secret. She wore it like a perfume. ~ Samantha Shannon

Let us not think of the future this night. It is not yet dawn. We still have time for airy hopes. ~ Samantha Shannon

Reading,' Ead said lightly. 'A dangerous pastime. ~ Samantha Shannon

All the world is a cage in a young girl's eyes. ~ Samantha Shannon

I do not sleep because I am not only afraid of the monsters at my door, but also of the monsters my own mind can conjure. The ones that live within. ~ Samantha Shannon

You have been away from the tree for too long. You are a root, beloved. You must drink, or you will wither. ~ Samantha Shannon

Diversity. Diversity satisfies our ever changing minds. It allows us to become satisfied. To become content that we are receiving what it is that we want, or need – without life becoming stale, stagnant, and repetitive. It keeps life adventurous. The not knowing. Just like when we were children..." Erik Ead, from Baby Girl, by Scot Hildreth ~ Scott Hildreth

I thought you lot brought a buildin' down on 'is 'ead."
"We did," Sam replied before she could. "I don't think it took. ~ Kady Cross

Love requires courage, persistence, and maintenance. Love just doesn't lie there with us as we live our lives, and engulf us, providing us with an assurance that it exists." "Love is developed, and it is never perfect. We, as people, are flawed. Therefore, love is flawed. Most people live their lives trying to find the perfect person to provide them what they believe to be the perfect love. In my opinion, people should find someone that provides them with affection, someone that makes them feel, then develop and maintain the perfect love. That is the closest thing to real love that could ever possibly exist, ~ Scott Hildreth

A birdie with a yellow bill Hoped upon the window sill, Cocked his shining eye and said: 'Ain't you 'shamed, you sleepy-'ead? ~ Robert Louis Stevenson

The giant Bolg settled back again. "By the sea. "Twas jammed in the sand between them shipwrecks we told you about. Thought o' you and that you might like it, 'specially when the dreams are too strong." Tears glinted in her eyes again. "You are the most wonderful Bolg that ever lived, did you know that?" You are the most wonderful girl in the world. "Damn right," said Grunthor smugly. Rhapsody laughed, blinking away the tears. "Now, put your 'ead back down and cover your up-ear with it. Maybe it'll sing you to sleep. ~ Elizabeth Haydon

Looking beyond life's imperfections allows one to be able to find happiness. Life is not perfect, ever. For me, remembering that life is flawed, people are flawed, and therefore relationships are flawed, allows me to look at the flaws and imperfections as part of life itself. A perfect life includes all of the flaws associated with what and who you surround yourself with. My life and my means of living it are no exception. I was, as all people are, flawed. I accepted myself as being flawed no differently than I accepted others as being so. ~ Scott Hildreth

Jud threw down the turfs he had brought in. "If you learned her to hold 'er tongue," he said pettishly to his wife, "'twould be a sight betterer than learning 'er that. If you learned 'er manners, how to speak respectable to folk and answer respectable an' be respectable to her elders an' betters, 'twould be a sight betterer than that. Then ye could pat yourself on the 'ead and say, 'Thur, I'm doing a tidy job, learning her to be respectable.' But what are 'ee doing? Tedn't 'ard to answer. Tedn't 'ard to see. You're learning her to be sassy. ~ Winston Graham

In darkness, we are naked. Our truest selves. Night is when fear comes to us at its fullest, when we have no way to fight it," Ead continued. "It will do everything it can to seep inside you. Sometimes it may succeed - but never think that you are the night. ~ Samantha Shannon

Yew? Not roight in the 'ead? Jus' let me tell yew somefink yew cockeyed idiot. Oi moight call yew daft sometimes, but that don't mean yew're crazy. If'n yew're not roight in the head, then Oi'm Mussolini's fairy godmother. ~ Peter St. John